Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

[Dead
Yeah,this Dead boy up in this bitch
Yo,got my muthafuckin Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes

Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor
Rumblin the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made
I really feel like
I just deal with the pressures of life
So I walk with the bloody butcher knife
Therapy,man I need some therapy ain't nobody scarin me
I got no love cause no one cares for me
Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond and pass that
Once I a flashback
and that's yo ass
Black get a shovel,grave digga
How you figure you gon' kill a nigga
You gon a dead nigga
Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty he thought
dead bodies and I never got caught
Walk the flatlines,man I walk the
And dead body chalk lines me walk lines
I don't sniff lines .45 slug to my

I I'm on the flatline
Man I need some

[Dead Boy

I'm suicidal thoughts
Brain cells from the coma
My aroma body rotten gone but not forgotten
like you forgot
Man I took one
Now I lay me down to body hot rot
Got no when I was a toddler
Now I swallow bullets for fun playin with the gun
Hope I up,get up,throw up,mind blow up
I told my teacher I to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the pussy cocked
tock and ya don't stop make the pussy pop
To the of dawn,to the break of dawn
Once it's on
.357 chrome plated to my
Now I know you want to know knowing what I'm knowing
If